Moon’s Labyrinths - Chapter 9

In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?

“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.

As a wife fan of the popular idol Huo Xi, Qiao Qiao’s most hated person is Sheng Qiao, an actress who ties up with Huo Xi for hype.
Besides taking camera to join some activities, her major daily life is to diss this white lotus sincerely.
She doesn’t expect that she becomes Sheng Qiao after her head was hit one day.

During the shooting process of her first cooperated love drama with Huo Xi, the first scene was NG for 27 times.
Huo Xi: Sheng Qiao, can you do it or not? If you can’t , you can be replaced!
Qiao Qiao: Husband, don’t be angry, I can do it!
Huo Xi: ? ? ?

Media: Sheng Qiao Leaks Out a Close Appellation, Huo Xi’s Hidden Marriage Exposure
Fans: You f*cking shit, Sheng Qiao, you lotus bitch, come out quickily and apologize and clarify!
The next day, Sheng Qiao explains in Weibo: Well… Wife fan, get to know?

Fight back in a desperate condition and hold the throne strongly.
[From being sneered at by all netizens to being supported and liked by them, the heroine also falls in love with her idol by the way.]

Popular star Sheng Qiao is recently photographed dating the Film Emperor.
In an interview with the media, Huo Xi is asked to send his wishes to this fan in the entertainment circle.
He looks coldly at the camera: Fake.
Sheng Qiao dispels rumors in Weibo hurriedly: I only like my idol. I’m not double-minded. Thank you.
At that night, idol gnashes his teeth in anger next to her ear: Announce our relationship. Immediately! Right now!

- Description from Novelupdates

“Love Tripped Into My Room: I Just Wanted Peace, Not Panties”Kaito Tenma just wanted a normal life. Wake up, eat toast, avoid drama, and maybe—just maybe—confess to his beautiful, blunt childhood friend, Riko.But fate sucker-punches that dream into space when a half-naked girl crashes through his ceiling and declares his room as her new home. Now he’s living with Yuna, a mysterious (and dangerously clingy) bombshell who thinks clothing is optional and personal space is a myth.From lewd accidents to jealousy-fueled misunderstandings, Kaito’s life spirals into a wild, hilarious mess of high school chaos, horny misunderstandings, and girls who seem way too interested in ruining his peace.He didn’t ask for a harem. He didn’t ask for trouble. But trouble keeps tripping into his life—one girl at a time.